In the bustling heart of Abuja, where the symphony of car horns, chatter, and hurried footsteps created a constant backdrop, I found myself amidst the daily grind. Life in the city was fast-paced; there was always a lot of fish to fry and no time to waste. On one such chaotic day, I received an urgent order for a manual sewing machine.

Eager to fulfill my client’s request, I immediately placed an order with my trusted vendor. However, much to my frustration, there were delays. The vendor's old stock was sold out, and new stock was yet to arrive. Desperate to maintain my reputation, I decided to switch to a different vendor. She was a bit more affordable and seemed reliable enough, even though I knew little about her.

With a leap of faith, I transferred 45,000 naira to this new vendor, hoping for the best. Hours turned into days, and there was no sign of the sewing machine. Panic began to set in. Repeated calls and messages to the vendor went unanswered. Slowly, the grim reality dawned on me: I had been scammed. My heart sank. The money was gone, and I was left speechless and distraught.